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SCHERMERHORN   ST.   BRANCH. 

BROOKLYN     PUBLIC    LIBRARY. 

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A    COLLECTION    OF 

EARLY  POEMS  AND  SKETCHES 

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BY 


M.  BETTIE  BELL 


J.  E.  FETTERS  AN^ 
CHICAGO 


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COPYRIGHT  1908 

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M.  BETTIE  BELL 


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PAGE 

A  BRIDE 39 

A  GIFT 24 

A  PRAYER 37 

AT  LAST 22 

v  CHRISTMAS 5 

HOME 26 

LIFE 45 

LIGHT 49 

^LovE....Jg; 43 

'/  MY  FATHER 19 

ONE  ROSE 47 

PEACE 34 

^  QUEEN  OF  MAY 14 

SPRING 10 

'"*  To  A  FRIEND 29 

v  To  MY  MOTHER 17 

To  NELLY 12 

YOUTH  AND  AGE 30 


JJrefar* 

Before  my  mother  passed  away  she 
often  requested  me  to  publish  the  poems 
I  wrote  when  a  girl.  Other  relatives  and 
friends  in  more  recent  years  have  urged 
me  to  publish  them.  With  some  reluc 
tance  I  am  yielding  to  their  wishes  but 
with  confidence  that  those  who  know 
what  my  daily  life  and  work  mean  at 
this  time,  will  readily  see  that  my 
thoughts  have  risen  to  a  higher  hope 
and  a  clearer  understanding  than  my 
earlier  lispings  indicated.  I  shall  feel 
amply  repaid  for  the  risk  in  setting  this 
little  volume  adrift,  if  but  one  person 
finds  something  in  the  poems  that  re 
news  a  hope  or  makes  an  otherwise  long 
day  seem  short. 


A  few  of  the  poems  contained  in 
this  book  were  written  in  recent  years. 
For  the  most  part,  however,  they  ex 
press  my  earlier  thoughts.  If,  there 
fore,  some  careful  reader  should  feel 
inclined  to  criticise  them,  I  am  sure  he 
will  first  consider  the  time  in  life  when 
they  were  written. 

M.  BETTIE  BELL. 

4037  Drexel  Boulevard 

Chicago,  111. 
November,  1906 


ffiljratmaa,  1905 

merry  bells  do  chime  with  joy 
This  Christmas  time, 
Their  notes  of  peace  without  alloy 
In  jolly  rhyme. 

They  sound  like  music  in  the  ear, 

So  soft  and  clear, 
And  chase  away  full  many  a  fear, 

From  faces  dear. 

Now  welcome  they!    These  bonny  bells, 

Of  yearly  chime, 
A  great  and  glorious  story  tells, 

In  every  clime. 

Of  one  who  came  from  Heaven  to  earth 

To  give  a  gem 
To  nations,  kindreds,  and  all  tongues — 

The  real  Realm. 


The  real  Christmas  is  not  told 

In  fiction's  way; 
But  love  and  joy  it  does  unfold 

In  bright  array. 

His  gifts  are  not  in  mortal  things; 

These  things  of  air, 
They  fade  and  die;  but  what  He  brings 

Are  treasures  rare. 

He  was  God's  "Christmas  Gift"  to  man, 

His  own  dear  Son, 
He  bids  us  see  him  everywhere; 

You  are  that  one. 

When  this  we  do,  we  are  free-born; 

In  God's  own  way 
We  enter  bliss;  no  more  forlorn 

We  never  stray 


Then  let  us  grasp  this  gift  of  Life, 

Make  it  our  own; 
And  turn  forever  from  the  strife 

Where  woe  is  known. 

The  real  gem  that  Love  has  given 

Will  ever  shine, 
And  show  us  what  and  where  is  Heaven; 

All  there,  is  thine. 

Do  not  reject  this  holy  gift; 

It  is  too  rare, 
It  turns  the  heavy  heart  of  stone 

To  Him  so  fair. 

He  says  in  pleading  tones  so  sweet, 

' 'Come  unto  Me" 

And  I  will  give  you  wine  and  wheat, 
And  make  you  free. 


"Come  unto  Me"  and  you  will  find 

The  light  of  day; 
And  in  this  light  you'll  see  to  walk 

In  Wisdom's  way. 

Not  cold  the  Way,  nor  hard,  nor  bleak, 

But  always  love ; 
It  is  the  Way  by  which  all  reach 

Our  house  above. 

O!  take  the  lamp  by  Wisdom  given 

With  eager  hand; 
For  by  its  shining  we  find  Heaven; 

We  seek  this  land. 

Let  us  so  watch  and  work  and  pray, 

That  next  year's  end 
Shall  find  us  knowing  Christ's  Christmas 

Where  pride  and  folly  bend. 


These  jeweled  thoughts  I  give  to  you 

This  Christmas  eve, 
May  on  your  heart  the  living  Truth 

Its  impress  leave. 


WRITTEN  AT  THE  AGE  OF  ELEVEN 

4JSLEAK  winter  is  fading  fast, 
The  cold  winds  have  almost  passed, 
And  gentle  Spring  with  form  so  fair, 
Is  coming  with  her  beauties  rare. 

Sweet  Spring!    We  shall  ever  hail 

Thy  presence  with  delight; 
For  thy  coming  doth  impart 

A  vision  green  and  bright. 

Thou  comest  with  thy  radiant  smile, 
Bringing  gladness  to  our  heart; 

How  sweetly  we  the  hours  beguile, 
Oh,  beauties,  ne  'er  depart. 

Thou  bringest  with  thee  little  birds, 
That  chant  their  sweetest  song, 

In  low  and  plaintive  requiem 
Their  tuneful  notes  prolong. 


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The  flowers  too,  with  fragrance  sweet, 

Is  wafted  through  the  air, 
And  all  around  is  pure  and  bright, 

Decked  in  its  Spring  attire. 

The  glistening  of  the  dew-drop 

At  the  early  dawn  of  day, 
Seems  to  inspire  with  holy  thought 

While  in  mystery  they  lay. 

It  casts  a  shadow  from  our  heart, 
As  we  think  with  great  delight 

Of  this  unfathomed  mystery 
That  comes  with  form  so  bright. 

Oh,  Spring,  Thou  art  so  pure  and  true 

Thy  clothing  is  sublime, 
Thou  tellest  of  our  great  Creator 

Of  Him  who  is  Divine. 


WRITTEN   AT   THE   AGE    OF   TWELVE 

1JJHEN  they  told  me  thou  wast  dead, 

The  winds  went  howling  by,      [Nelly, 
Oh,  how  my  poor  heart  throbbed,  Nelly, 

To  think  you  had  to  die. 
But  I  know  you  are  happy  now,  Nelly, 

With  angels  by  your  side, 
And  your  death  I'll  try  to  forget,  Nelly, 

And  dry  the  flowing  tide. 

Oh,  the  happy  hours  we  've  spent,  Nelly, 

Dwell  in  my  memory  yet ; 
But  I'm  forced  to  be  content,  Nelly, 

And  repress  my  fond  regret ; 
Oh,  not  for  all  the  world,  Nelly, 

Would  I  call  you  back  again, 
Though  it  is  a  bitter  struggle,  Nelly, 

So  lonely  to  remain. 


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I  never  knew  how  dear  thou  wast,  Nelly, 

'Till  I  was  left  alone, 
Then  I  thought  my  heart  would  break, 

[Nelly, 

To  think  that  thou  hads't  flown; 
Oh,  we  never  more  shall  meet,  Nelly, 

In  this  sad  world  of  pain, 
But  there  with  happy  angels,  Nelly, 

I  trust  we  '11  meet  again. 


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,  glad  May  Day 
With  sunshine  bright, 
With  flowers  fair 
And  hearts  so  light; 
Oh  frolicksome  girls, 
Why  choose  ye  me 
To  serve  this  day 
For  Queen  of  May? 

You  gave  six  maids 
Of  beauty  rare, 
You  chose  each  one 
With  tender  care; 
With  loyal  hearts 
They  serve  each  day, 
With  loving  wish 
Your  Queen  of  May. 


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I  love  these  maids 
You  give  me  here, 
They  join  with  me 
In  this  great  cheer; 
They  will  with  me 
In  humble  way, 
Thank  you  in  name 
Of  Queen  of  May. 

You  wreathe  us  all 
With  clover  white, 
And  dress  us  in 

Sweet  robes  so  light; 
You  sing  us  songs 
With  poets  lay, 
In  which  you  claim 
Your  Queen  of  May. 


This  honor  great 
Has  come  from  you, 
In  choosing  us 
You  were  so  true; 
May  blessings  rare 
Be  yours  this  day, 
This  Prayer  is  from 
Your  Queen  of  May. 


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WRITTEN    AT  THE   AGE    OF  THIRTEEN 

AM  thinking  of  thee,  Mother, 
Now  whilst  I  am  all  alone, 
Thinking  of  the  happy  smile 

That'll  greet  me  when  I  come  home. 

Yes,  dear  Mother,  thoughts  of  thee, 
Pleasantly  flit  across  my  brain, 

Thoughts  more  sweet  than  I  can  tell, 
Yet,  I  would  not  them  refrain. 

I  knew  not  how  I  loved  thee,  Mother. 

Till  absence  my  love  did  test, , 
Nor  did  I  know  how  I  would  miss 

Thy  loving  fond  caress. 

'Tis  said  that  absence  conquers  love 
Though  I ' ve  not  found  it  so, 

For  every  hour  that  passeth  by 
The  tie  doth  stronger  grow. 


This  world  would  be  a  blank,  Mother, 
If  'twere  not  for  thy  sweet  face, 

To  cheer  us  on  through  weal  and  woe, 
Our  trials  to  erase. 

Ever  ready  thou  art,  Mother, 
To  give  some  kindly  word, 

To  those  in  gladness  or  distress 
And  lead  their  thoughts  to  God. 


JUNE  1865 

LOVED  him  so 
I  never  knew  how  much, 
'Till  at  school  one  day 
A  letter  came 
With  his  dear  name, 
Filled  with  tender  touch. 

The  tears  fell  fast, 

Such  grateful  tears, 
His  lovely  words 

Still  all  the  fears, 
Such  good  advice, 

Will  ever  last 

For  all  the  years 


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He's  a  manly  man, 
With  heart  so  true, 

And  nobly  grand, 
A  Christian  too; 

So  firm  and  strong 
With  righteous  view. 

I  took  a  look, 

His  restful  thoughts 
Lay  on  my  book, 

In  folded  letter. 
It  spurred  me  on 

To  study  better. 

Who  would  not  please 

A  Father  dear, 
Love  like  his  inspires — 

Is  ever  near, 
Hope  like  his  requires 

A  ready  ear. 


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He  came  at  last, 
'Twas  closing  day, 

His  face  was  light 
With  loving  ray; 

I  won  the  Prize 
His  arms  I  lay. 

Approvals  sweet 
From  parent  pride. 

Who  would  dare  tax 
A  flowing  tide 

Of  hope  like  his — 
Or  love  so  wide? 


At  East 

JV  T  last,  I  saw  the  light. 

It  came  from  one  who  knew  the  way; 

Who  said  that  darkness  could  not  stay, 
And  taught  me  what  she  knew  was  right. 

At  last,  my  hope  grew  strong, 
I  strove  to  lay  my  burden  down 
And  seek  in  Truth  to  find  the  crown; 

I'd  waited  on  the  Lord  so  long. 

At  last,  my  trust  rose  high, 
The  Word  of  Life  came  clear  to  me, 
It  said,  You  must  and  shall  be  free, 

And  God  shall  be  forever  nigh. 

At  last,  the  rod  was  given, 

To  lay  the  error  in  the  dust. 

Obey  and  pray;  she  said  we  must 
From  all  the  past  of  sin  be  riven. 


At  last,  the  light  did  shine, 

Truth  healed  me  of  a  broken  heart. 

It  said,  From  grief  you  now  must  part, 
The  saving  love  of  Truth  is  thine. 

At  last,  the  love  is  great, 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  with  His  loving  kindness  gives 

A  message  which  is  not  too  late. 

At  last,  the  Christ  so  sweet ! 

To  her  who  taught  me  how  to  pray, 

In  humble  gratitude  I  lay 
The  healing  laurels  at  her  feet. 


A  (Sift 

1891 

ILVER  and  gold  send  I  to  you, 

A  piece  of  pure  white  linen  too; 
Dross  consumed  by  the  gold  of  love, 
Silver  purifies,  lifts  us  above 
This  mortal  life. 

Out  of  darkness  into  light, 

Linen  of  righteousness  all  so  white, 
With  daisies  wrought  in  silken  thread, 

Emblem  of  that  which  lives,  not  dead, 
To  Truth  and  right. 

Accept  from  me  this  Christmas  tide, 
The  gold,  silver,  the  linen  wide ; 

And  use  them  each  and  every  day, 
They  are  true  emblems  that  point  the 
To  Life  and  Love.  [way 


We  lay  these  tokens  at  your  feet, 
They  bear  to  you  a  message  sweet, 

Of  one  who  loves  the  words  you  speak, 
And  means  to  live  them  week  by  week 
Till  the  Crown  is  won. 


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true  we  find  our  joys  at  home, 
Though  over  land  and  sea  we  roam; 
The  sweetest  place  on  earth  to  be 
Under  the  home-roof-dear  to  me. 

"Home,  Sweet  Home,"  the  Poet  sings, 
The  rippling  notes  an  echo  rings, 
"Home   again"  —  with    hopes    so 

bright, 

And  "Old  Kentucky  Home,  good 
night." 

No  Poet  has  ever  yet  revealed 
The  depth  of  love  that  is  concealed. 

Each  pulse  of  heart  he  does  require. 

Home's  the  Eden  of  man's  desire. 


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But  how  could  language  e'er  relate, 
Or  put  in  words  that  happy  state, 
The  blessedness  of  our  own  hearth, 
The  dearest,  sweetest  place  on  earth. 

When  tired  of  travel  we  go  home, 
Or  when  our  College  days  are  done, 
The  same  free  feeling  from  all  care — 
We  find  a  welcome  ever  there. 

No  fairer  home — where  was  no  dirth, 
Than  '  'Cedar  Grove,"  place  of  my  birth, 
On  rolling  blue  grass  knoll  it  stood 
Surrounded  by  rich  fields  of  wood. 

It  was  a  charm  of  old  Kentucky 
And  we  were  called  the  children  lucky; 
The  flowers  and  birds  were  all  around 
And  fruits  in  plenty  did  abound. 


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Would  such  a  home  could  last  forever, 
With  Father,  Mother  to  leave  it  never; 
With  Brothers,  Sisters,  always  near, 
No  separations  e'er  to  fear. 

An  ideal  home,  with  latch-string  out, 
To  welcome  all  from  every  route, 
The  home  of  joy,  health,  and  beauty, 
Forget  thee  ne'er  will  be  our  duty. 

The  sweetest  song  t'was  ever  heard, 
In  solemn  chant-pathetic  word, 
"My  old  Kentucky  Home,Good  night;" 
To  yearn  for  you  will  be  our  right. 


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1865 

4JJAY  the  soft  and  golden  sunlight 

Glint  thy  pathway  o'er, 
Till  thy  days  are  full  of  brightness — 

And  chase  all  shadows  from  thy  door. 
If  the  clouds  do  chance  to  fall 
Look  to  God,  Let  Him  be  ALL  in  ALL. 

Life  is  full  of  earnest  meaning, 
Full  of  something  good  to  do, 

Minds  with  earnest  thoughts  are  teeming, 
Thoughts  that  should  be  great  and  true. 

Let  good  thinking  keep  you  free, 

In  time  and  in  eternity. 


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hopes  of  life  stand  out  so  bold  on 
this  fair  day; 

Talent  weaves  strands  of  purest  gold  and 
spreads  her  flowers 

In  bright  array  to  light  our  way. 

It  is  the  age  that's  fat  and  fair,  with  silver 
threads  in  softest  hair — 

But  not  of  age,  'tis  youth's  donation,  and 
Love's  salvation. 

With  Life's  pulsation  and  Hope's  irradi 
ation. 

Oh,  blessed  star,  thou  art  not  far  at 

forty-five; 
And  if  perchance  prayer  has  given  to 

quick  advance  on  Heaven's  stair, 
Where  may  hear  strands  of  David's  lyre : 


Age  in  spirit  is  youth  in  truth — 
Innocent  lamb  that  brings  the  balm  to 

heal  our  wounds, 
And  put  the  music  into  rhyme  that  thrills 

with  love,  from  notes  above. 
To  chase  dark  thoughts  of  mortal  lore 
From  Shiloh's  shore. 

'Tis  youth's  bright  realm,  this  love  of 

lore; 

The  child  of  God  will  find  this  ore 
In  Judah's  Rock.  It  is  his  peace  that 

gives  him  lease 
On  life's  great  shore,  where  dream  of  age 

is  never  more. 
Eternity's  law  is  never  bound  by  age  or 

time 


No  silver  thread  nor  wrinkled  brow, 
For  Heaven  is  now. 

'Tis  first  the  blade  and  then  the  ear,  'tis 

well  to  hear  nor  be  afraid, 
For  the  full  corn  comes  with  full  ear, 
To  chase  away  the  print  of  age  and  show 

to  man, 

A  brighter  page  to  youth's  eternal  age. 
'Tis  look  within  and  not  without,  the 

inner  man  knows  his  whereabout — 
The  outer  man  will  bend  not  bow  to  age 

and  woe, 
Growth  of  Truth  will  rob  old  Time  of 

shadow's  claim;  in  place  of  shade 
Shine  the  beauteous  shrine  that  love  has 

made. 


Love  on,  Love  on,  the  voice  of  youth 
Will  fill  thy  soul  with  love  and  truth — 

Heed  the  stranger  within  thy  gate; 

Invite  him  in,  ere  it  be  too  late; 
His  touch  alone  will  still  the  pride; 
And  solace  the  fear,  and  open  wide 
The  door  so  dear  that  leadeth  to  love, 
Which  gives  the  vim  of  Youth  in  Truth 
and  Truth  in  Youth. 


(j£OME  unto  me, 
All  ye  that  weary  be, 
And  I  will  give  you  rest, 
To  be  forever  free, 

And  ever  bless'd. 

Let  light  be  yours, 

And  no  more  darkness  see, 
Nor  count  the  time  or  tide, 
My  peace  will  come  to  thee, 
And  love  beside. 

Let  joy  be  yours, 

And  sadness  never  dun 
Your  real  sight  so  clear, 
Peace  is  found  in  prayer, 

And  rest  so  dear. 


No  sickness  there, 

Nor  sin  be  ever  known, 
No  death  to  make  or  mar 
That  true  light  that's  never  shorn 
Of  its  bright  star. 

My  peace  I  give  to  thee, 
So  full  of  love  and  light; 
A  gift  so  pure  and  free 
From  that  dear  land  so  bright, 
For  you  and  me. 

My  peace  I  leave  with  thee, 
And  leaving,  it  is  here 
Ne'er  to  be  torn  away; 
It  is  forever  near, 

And  come  to  stay. 


Make  it  your  own, 

And  down  the  warfare  lay; 
In  Love  is  your  release 
You  have  the  brilliant  ray, 

It  is  your  peace. 

So  peace  be  still, 

It  calms  the  troubled  wave, 
"Acquaint  thyself  with  God" 
And  know  that  it  will  save 
If  you  will  wield  the  rod. 

Your  peace  He  gave. 


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me  be  as  Thou  hast  made  me, 
Oh,  my  Father,  Mother,  God; 
Let  me  know  Thy  sweetness,  meekness, 
Even  though  Thou  use  the  rod. 

Rest  me,  Shepherd,  with  Thy  bounty, 
Cleanse  me  from  all  subtle  sin; 

Let  the  burdens  all  be  nothing, 
Make  me  strong  and  pure  within. 

Let  me  lean  upon  Thee  fully, 
Knowing  naught  but  Love  divine; 

Let  me  be  Thy  child  who  dwelleth 
In  Thy  presence  so  sublime. 

Hear  my  prayer,  Oh,  Mother  Love, 
That  watcheth  o'er  me  ever, 

And  evil  may  I  never  see, 
But  be  with  Thee  forever. 


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Come  I  to  Thee,  to  holy  be, 

In  pastures  green  to  rest ; 
May  I  be  meek  and  lowly  too, 

For  this  is  my  bequest. 

Let  me  know  Thee,  whom  to  know 

Is  everlasting,  joyous  life ; 
Let  my  patience  ever  grow 

To  put  away  earth's  endless  strife. 

Let  Thy  grace  sufficient  be 

To  bear  the  cross  and  win  the  crown; 
Let  Thy  faith  be  mine  to  free 

And  help  me  lay  all  burdens  down. 

Light  from  Thee  is  ever  near, 

Whose  rays  illume  the  way; 
That  light  which  makes  all  things  clear 

And  leads  us  to  Eternal  day. 


A  BrUte 

in  white  she  stood, 
A  bride  so  neat, 
And  took  the  solemn  vow 
Upon  her  lips  so  sweet. 

That  made  her  one  with  him 

Her  heart  did  love, 
A  sacred  vow  was  given 

Heard  by  One  above. 

It  was  a  Christian  vow 

An  hour  of  light. 
A  Godly  thought  did  bind 

The  knot  so  tight. 

These  lovers  joined 

In  Christian  peace  will  walk, 
And  in  sweet  unity 

With  God  forever  talk. 


The  rare  white,  fleecy  dress, 

So  pure  and  fine, 
Told  a  deep  tale, 

Of  Love's  exhaustless  mine. 

A  righteous  thought 

Of  grace  and  power,  and  peace, 
Kept  stealing  in,  and  hope 

Rose  high  of  sweet  release. 

In  this  dear  bridal  hour, 

A  tale  is  told — 
Of  how  and  why  and  what, 

A  Christian  may  unfold. 

A  little  child 

A  golden  ring  did  bear; 
An  emblem  sweet, 

That  Love  is  everywhere. 


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Six  maids,  clothed  in  pink, 

Typed  Love's  affection; 
As  many  groomsmen  stood, 

To  guard  and  give  protection. 

A  sister  clothed  in  white 

A  maid  of  honor  fair, 
To  give  the  bride  her  blessing 

This  child  of  golden  hair. 

The  parents  not  far  away 

With  patient  trust, 
Gave  their  joy  to  other  hands 

Because  they  knew  they  must. 

This  bridal  is  of  God 

None  need  have  fear; 
But  wait  for  Him  who  knoweth  best 

He  will  soon  appear. 


This  union  is  a  Christian  work, 
Death  nor  time  can  sever; 

In  God  they'll  learn  to  think 
And  live  in  Him  forever. 


2TET  us  learn  to  seek  and  ask  of  Love 

To  give  us  her  revealings, 
Let  us  strive  to  learn  to  look  above 

Where  there  are  no  concealings; 
Let  us  gently,  humbly,  seek  and  find 

The  Love  that  is  our  Mother, 
And  with  affection  pure  enshrined 

Give  worship  to  no  other. 

Let  us  perceive  that  Love  and  Wisdom 

Is  our  Father,  Mother,  God, 
Then  we  shall  know  that  we  are  children 

Of  a  Christly  human-hood. 
Then  in  Elchim,  our  only  God, 

We  shall  find  immortal  peace, 
When  we  take  in  hand  the  mighty  rod 

And  pray  daily  for  release. 


Oh,  thou  eternal  Love, 

To  thee  we  owe  our  being, 
And  our  light,  and  endless  gratitude, 

We  fail  no  more  in  seeing 
That  thy  life's  plenitude 

Gives  us  joy  increasing 

From  all  sin  releasing. 


(J|)PEN  the  Sepulchre! 

Christ  is  waiting 
To  lead  you  on; 

Arise  in  newness! 
Harpstrings  singing — 

Death  is  gone. 

Out  from  Sepulchre 
Christ  has  come 

With  loving  touch, 
To  heal  and  save 

From  lawless  law 
That  claims  so  much. 


No  death,  no,  never! 

You  cannot  claim 
One  child  of  light. 

Nor  can  you  sever 
With  dart  or  aim, 

For  God  is  might; 


With  rod  in  hand 
One  loving  band, 

We're  joined  together; 
For  out  of  night 

We've  found  the  light 
And  LIFE  forever. 


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(JHERE  is  one  White  Rose 
Which  speaks  of  purity, 

Its  leaves  in  sweet  repose 
Talk  peace  and  unity. 

Its  fragrance  so  sweet, 
A  dainty  perfume  has  shed; 

Angel  thoughts  will  meet, 
To  resurrect  the  dead. 

Heaven's  where  it  bloomed, 
A  rare  and  costly  thing, 

Like  a  dove  it  loomed 
And  spread  its  fairy  wing. 

Only  one  sweet  Rose, 
A  gift  from  tender  hand, 

That  raised  its  strength 
To  guard  God's  precious  lamb. 


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Let  it  be  done !  So  wills 
The  law  that  made  it  pure, 

Affection  rare  instills 
Which  ever  will  endure. 

What  is  this  Rose  so  white? 

The  gratitude  of  Love. 
It  bloomed  in  Edons  light 

And  bids  us  look  above. 

Let  God  direct  the  heart 
To  pulse  His  affection, 

Which  bids  all  else  depart 
And  lean  on  His  protection. 

'Tis  heaven's  foretaste, 
Of  riches  rare  and  white ; 

This  Rose,  a  gift,  elate 
And  riches  right  with  might. 


|TET  not  your  heart  be  troubled, 
Said  the  voice  of  Love  divine ; 
Let  it  never  be  dismayed, 

Said  the  Truth  of  joy  sublime; 
Think  no  evil  day  by  day, 
Let  no  shadow  come  thy  way. 
Look  for  the  light 
Of  omnipresent  might. 

Take  no  thought  of  body,  means, 

Look  up-not  down-for  heavenly  things; 

Earth's  sere,  yellow  leaf  shall  wane, 

If  sin  come  not  to  thee  again. 
Let  no  erring  darts  of  pain, 
Ever  prostrate  you  again; 
Demand  the  right 
Of  omniscient  might. 


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Let  Love  without  dissimulation 

Be  to  you  a  guiding  star, 
Let  '  'Lo,  I  am  with  you  alway," 

Be  the  light  that  does  not  mar; 
Let  the  Love  that  never  ends, 
Be  to  you  the  best  of  friends. 
Choose  the  right 
And  love  the  light. 

"Let  Light  be" — said  one  who  knows, 

So  it  came  to  pass  that  way, 
In  that  light  the  darkness  goes, 

All  is  light,  all  is  day. 
Let  no  more  sin  cloud  thy  thought, 
Nor  ever  let  thyself  be  caught 
By  errors  din, 
For  light's  within. 


So  heaven's  NOW,  it's  ever  near, 

Always  ever-present,  HERE; 
Let  no  more  sleep  dim  thy  sight, 

All  is  everlasting  Light. 
Let  not  thy  weakness  ere  betray 
Christ,  who  leads  you  all  the  way 
To  God  above 
Where  all  is  Love. 


"BROOKLYN  PUBLIC  LIBRARY, 

67    SCKE.RMEPHOKN    STHfifiT. 


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